King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes, I read her file. All very impressive on paper.” The king laughed again, this time more awkwardly, and raised his glass. “Ah, the North. Always so direct.” Rose appeared at the edge of the lawn, carrying another tray. “You, human. Serve me a glass of juice,” Kiara said, so I stepped forward and reached for a crystal glass on the tray. Then the king of Kiev’s chair scraped harshly against the marble floor, the sudden sound cutting through the low murmur of voices. “Ah, you, human,” he said. “I liked the new dress.”

She knew what she had come for. She gazed at the king, sensing the storm in his silver eyes. He was angry, restless, something was wrong, but she hadn’t come unprepared, tonight must happen. She had bathed herself in crushed moonflower leaves, letting the mystical , arousing scent soak into her skin. She wore a perfume brewed from the same petals, and even the wine Kaelen had drunk was laced with it. Tonight, she would make sure he didn’t think twice. He would take her. He would claim her.

I make my way around the grounds, I am currently passing by the Kings private quarters when a very alluring scent hits my nose, I stop my jog and look around walking slowly towards the scent it smells like Frangipani and fresh rainfall gosh it's delectable! I turn the corner and look around there's no one but I look up and the King is looking down at me, shit! I need to get out of here before he gets angry, when I look up again he's gone so I used that as my cue to scram because I'm sure it means he's on his way to scold me for tresspassing on his private property. King Damians POV

I stepped back as he turned to hold my wrist, steadying me. "Sorry, sir." "It's fine. It was my fault." His fingers were still wrapped round my wrist causing my heart to beat a frantic rhythm. My chest suddenly felt too tight and I decided then that the king was bad for my health. He took my hand from my side and placed it on the shelf. I shifted lightly under his touch feeling lightheaded again. Was it his perfume? It was strong and musky for sure. Maybe his outfit. I loved the gold embroidery around the neckline and how the brown suit ran all the way down his long lean body showing off how elegantly his broad shoulders narrowed into a tapered waist. The Lycan King, like his forefathers, wa

I muttered, as I reached up to unwind the chains that bound him to the post. Suddenly, like before in the Justice Chamber, his sweet aroma wound around me but this time, my shadows were fully freed to scent it as well, and they caressed it, unsure. There was something wrong and unnatural. King smelled like honey dripping over sharp liquorice. It was as if two natures were competing or one was being artificially smothered. I yanked off the end of the chain and backed away.

He was disgusted by the girl. "Why, what do you mean?" "Who are you? I don't know you!" The King of the Hereafter backed away and moved away from the girl. "I am your lover, King of the Hereafter! Why are you like this to me?" The girl protested confused. "Aperture!" The King of the Hereafter answered firmly. "My lover does not stink like you," continued the King of the Hereafter annoyed. The girl tried to digest the words of the King of the Hereafter, she kissed herself. However, his body felt normal. He didn't smell like the King of the Hereafter said.

Before I could ponder on what to do the book was taken out my hands. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked over to the high king looking at my book. "Where did you start?" He asked in a little less hostile voice. I knew I was understanding it wrong but I still tried my best. Actually none of it made sense but I wouldn't voice my opinion. It was like a book of riddles and if he created this I definitely didn't want to offend him. I slowly stepped over and looked down at the book. My senses were assaulted by him instantly. His fresh spice smell was taking over my mind and my leg brushing up against him had my pulse quickening.

Chapter Nine The chamber smelled of him. Smoke, spiced wine, and a bitter trace like sour lemon clinging to the heavy curtains and the silk that still pooled on the floor. I pressed my palm against the carved bedpost to steady myself. My knees trembled as if they already knew he was coming before the latch clicked. The door slammed shut behind him. King Kael filled the frame in one stride. His black shirt hung open, chest bare, hair falling wild across his brow. His eyes found mine and flared hot, not gentle, not kind, but claiming. Breath felt like something he could take from me.

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

Guests returned to their chatter, dancing and drinking, but I could still feel their eyes following me—curious, whispering behind their masks. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing servant, needing something—anything—to calm my nerves. And that was when I felt it. A presence behind me. Powerful. Overwhelming. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The king. His scent—a mix of cedarwood, wild musk, and something uniquely him—wrapped around me like an invisible cloak. He leaned close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “You look beautiful, little wolf,” he murmured, his voice low and sinful.